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SientEvilStroke	By : WarDove Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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GW and its characters don't belong to me but to
Sunrise/SOTSU Agency etc.

Sarah McLachlan or Delerium or the song, Silence does not
belong to me in any way shape or form. I've no association to them whatsoever.

     Okay this fic was inspired by a 1xR
dj pic. More darkness, angst and sex. Relena�s POV. Enjoy.

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     I look at the clock beside the
bathroom mirror. Three o�clock a.m. I roll my neck; my body a
little sore and tired, but sated nonetheless. I cover my mouth concealing
a yawn and as I reopen my eyes, I notice the nightshirt I'm wearing has slipped
off my shoulder. I become entranced noticing the reddened bite marks, the
bruises and the like, that peek out from under the white satin material.
I smooth my hair to my opposite shoulder lightly tracing the fresh wounds with
my fingertips. I close my eyes and remember a feeling of great relief that the
pain of your ministrations had instilled within my soul; freeing me, liberating
me, making me feel as if I am alive and real, not merely a doll for the people
of the world and its politics to play with.

     "Relena."

     I catch my breath, startled at
your presence. You are as quiet as a jungle cat sneaking up on its prey.
I turn slightly and look at you, my lips parted slightly. You look
somewhat tired yourself, but still as gorgeous as hell, standing in the
doorway, with your dark blue pajama shirt completely undone, exposing your
well-defined chest and torso. The matching bottoms are not doing a very good
job of hiding what I know is the beginnings of male sexual arousal.

     "I was wondering what was
keeping you so long?" You stare at me, waiting for my reply. Your
cool blue eyes drilling deep into my soul with that predatory glare baring
witness to my naked, vulnerable soul and the inner demons that possess it.
I wonder why I take a half step back, even though I'm not afraid in the least.

     "I don't know." p>
p>

     I see your jaw clench a little
as you near me. It seems as if I am not even in my body at times, but on the
outside looking at myself, at you, at us, being who we are behind closed doors.
You stop two inches in front of me averting your gaze from my eyes and down to
my bare shoulder.

      You bring up a hand, and
with own fingertips, you trace the path of the marks as you look back up into
my eyes; your command sounds soft, yet there is no subtleness to it.
"Look in the mirror Relena."

     I'm confused at first and I
think my eyes convey that I am because you not only repeat the order, but you
gently turn my body once again to face the mirror. I see my reflection
along with yours. You are smoothing away the few strands of hair that
have fallen back over my exposed shoulder. You tilt your head slightly
down, your sultry leer still fixed on my eyes; but only for a moment before you
close them, leaning your head over completely. I can feel your breath and the
wetness of your lips upon me. I feel the need to be freed from my
repressed-self building up inside of me needing to be let out so that I may
feel at peace once again.

//Give me release//

//Witness me//

//I am outside//

//Give me peace//

     For many women, they would think
this hell, yet, for me I think of it as heaven. Not in the sense of purity and righteous,
but in the sense that gives me what I want. It eases my stress, offering
excitement and fascination and the adrenaline rush of surprise and wonderment
of the unknown. I flinch and gasp mildly as a small sharp pain runs through the
rounded edge of my shoulder. Passion's heat runs through my body as I see
you standing straight behind me again, staring at me, while out of the corner
of my eye I see a new welt slowly rise where the sweet sting had been but a
second ago.   You place each of your hands in a vice like position on
the sides of my head, so now I can see only your eyes and nose and the top part
of your mouth.

      "Show yourself to
me."

     I control the trembling in my
hands as I bring them up to unbutton the front of my shirt; and your eyes, your
piercing eyes still watch me. I unfasten the last button and watch as
your hands smooth down the sides of my head and neck and then to my shoulders
where you slip my shirt completely off, exposing my breasts and waist to the
mirror entirely. I lower my gaze.

     "Look at your body
Relena."

     I do not comply right away.

     "Don't make me repeat
myself."

     I look up immediately to view my
upper body and I examine my skin. There are marks everywhere. Old
marks so faded you can hardly see them blend in with the new ones made from
tonight and the night before and the night before that. Marks from the
countless nights when I have submitted my body to be ravaged and abused by you
and the devils that live deep within your soul.   Never do you place
them anywhere above my neck or below my thighs for they are to be seen by my
eyes and yours alone. You call them my love brands, reminders to me of who I
belong to, who is my master, who is my sole lover and protector.

     Your hands curl around my waist
and move up my body until they are cupping my breasts. My nipples play
peek-a-boo between your fingers and I feel the wetness in my loins accumulate.
You kiss my other shoulder and nip me again as your fingers continue to knead
my breasts. I catch a sound in the back of my throat wondering when I had
become so addicted to the pain. You thrust your erect sex into the small
of my back; I feel your wetness that has seeped through the silk material of
your pajama bottoms.

     For a second I wonder how
abnormal this all is, but then, my logic escapes me and my body takes over,
persuading my mind, making me believe this is what I need to be made to feel
out of control. For every day for hours on end at times, I must be in control
of my thoughts, my emotions and my desires. Such restraint has led to
suppression of my inner voice, the voice that wishes to scream and curse and
tell the world to go to hell. This is the only way to purge my intense anger
and hate, so that I am refreshed and at ease to fight for peace another day.

//Heaven holds a sense of wonder//

//And I wanted to believe//

//That I'd get caught up//

//When the rage in me subsides//

      I lean forward, supporting
my body with my outstretched arms and fingers that curl around the edge of the
sink basin. You pick up on the sign that I have just given you and you
shed your bottoms quickly, no doubt glad that I never thought of putting my
panties back on.

     Your hands grip my hips and you
jerk them back, lifting me off of my feet causing my body to arch back
violently, making it feel as if it is about to break in two. Your fingers
dig into my skin so hard that I know there will be bruises as proof of your
presence. I tremble lightly, wanting you so much, your passion
overwhelming me so much so that I can hardly breath. The air leaves my
lungs, as does a sharp hiss of intense pleasure as you savagely ram yourself
inside of me. I cry out a little at the force of the impact, yet I am so
familiar with such actions that my body feels no real pain, but only the
quivering sensations of pleasure.



     I cry out again, louder this
time, as my high-pitched moan becomes repetitive. The sound to me is ridiculous
but to yo mus must be a natural aphrodisiac as your various grunts now become
repetitive as well, beating in time with your barbarous thrusts. You
whisper to me in my ear that I am your beautiful girl and that you never wanted
or desired anyone or anything more. And, that I must remain with you and be
yours forever, for you are the only one who can love me and protect me from the
danger of this world.

     Suddenly, you say no more,
though by your actions you don't have to. Your forceful plunges cause my
breasts to bounce so hard that I feel as if they are about to detach. I
bite my lip and swallow an outcry. I manage to take a deep breath right before
you grab a hold of one of my breast with one of your large hands. You are
squeezing and mashing it back into my body as you reposition yourself just
slightly so that you have better control and easier movement. Please, Heero,
possess me. Make me yours forever and take of me my body and spirit to feed
your bottomless gullet of possessive love, greedy power, and wanton lust.

//Passion chokes the flower//

//Until she cries no more//

//Possessing all the beauty//

//Hungry still for more//

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     They say silence is golden and
this proves it is true, for I don't want the sounds of the world to ruin this
moment. I wish for it all to be mute, allowing us to fully get lost inside
ourselves. I close my eyes and sink deeper into the quiet. It falls over me in
waves of white light and allows me to imagine that we are the only two beings
in the entire universe and there is no one else that can ever tear us apart.
Silence brings illusion, and in illusion all that I want, can be.

//In this white wave I am sinking in this silence//

//In this white wave...in this silence...I believe//

    I long for you so much Heero. All day
my thoughts are filled with the anticipation of the night when I can feel your
touch, whether it is gentle or whether it is harsh, I will welcome it in and
allow it to devour my pain, as I know my touch devours yours.

      The words have changed now
and you relay to me endearments of love among other hushed and soothing words.
I smile and accept them, and strangely enough they bring comfort to me even
though your body is still rough and rushed towards me. You are an enigma, an
eternal contradiction, continuing your soothing, gentle mantras all the while
as you physically ravage me raw.

     My head falls forward and I
whisper your name, the feeling of the domination and power you have over me
spurs my sexual gratification. I yearn for release and find I can no longer
hold back. You tell me to let go and I scream. How many times, I do not know.
But, my prayer has been answered and your cries join mine. Together we sing our
off-keyed duet as our sexual ecstasy begins to come full circle.

     I climax a half second before
you do and my final scream is hoarse as it rips from my throat, leaving it
stinging and sore. I then feel your seed flooding deep inside of me as
you yell out loud, issuing a cry that I know comes from deep inside your soul.
It is not just the cry of climax and sexual gratification but also the cry of
male having subdued and conquered his female.

//I can't help longing//

//Comfort me//

//I can't hold it all in//

//If you won't let me//

     I feel my arms go weak as you
dislodge yourself from me. But my body does not fall forward --- as did
my head --- because your arms are there, supporting me and holding me close to
your warm, solid body. Yes, this is my heaven, my wondrous paradise, your arms,
where I truly feel wrapped up in love and protection.

       I feel so tired and
peaceful and sated once again. Our demons have finally settled, at least
for now, and I can't help but wonder if, one day, they will come to lie in sleep
eternally. And, if that day comes will we ever wish for the days of old that
are now the present? I somehow, think not.

     As I begin to fall asleep, I am
vaguely aware that you are cradling me against your chest and I feel as if I am
floating across the room as you carry me back to our bed. You, Heero, bring me
my heaven, my paradise, the only place where I feel no pressure or rage, only
acceptance and calm.

//Heaven holds a sense of wonder//

//And I wanted to believe//

//that I'd get caught up//

//When the rage in me subsides//

     As I fall into a deeper slumber
where reality and illusion become one, I can still see your most lovely and
handsome face. It is amongst the silence that once again has come to set in
around us.

     I hear no sound from you as you
lay us down on the bed and shift us on our sides. I nuzzle my nose into your
neck, curling my arms around you as you pull me tight against you, wrapping all
of your limbs around my entire form.

     All is quiet, now, save for the
sound of our breathing and the beating of your hearts. Yes, everything is
shrouded in blissful silence, and on its waves I am floating free.

//In this white wave I am sinking in this silence//

//In this white wave...in this silence...I believe//

//I have seen you...in this white wave you are silent//

//You are breathing in this white wave...I am free//

TBC...
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